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Day and Night. 271
Unceasing, Lord, Thy bounty flow'd ;
Each moment brought me in fresh aid ; But what returns of love to God
Have I for all His kindness made ?
What have I done for Him that died To save my soul from endless woe ?
How much have I His patience tried From whom all my enjoyments flow !
Fast as my flying minutes pass, My faults augment the former sum !
Forgive the past, and by Thy grace Prevent the like for time to come !
Dear Saviour, to Thy cross I'll fly, And there my guilty head recline,
And my whole soul, that sin may die, Yield up to influence divine !
Then, sprinkled with atoning blood, I'll lay me down and take my rest, Trust the protection of my God,
And sleep as on my Saviour's breast.
Variation from Isaac Watts. 1709. By Simon Browne. 1720. |
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CCLVII.
Evening.
All praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings ! |
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